Oh Heather! Made me weep, made me mourn!
Jack Herlocker
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I mourn for mine too. For the mother that she became in the last decade of her life. For the grandmother who never was. For the friend I need for the friend I could be, now that we’re adults. I mourn for the inability to get an honest assessment from her, at the choices I am making and the mother I am. Thank you, Jack. xoxoH🌻

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